Friday, 5 December 2014

Last Note to First Love

The darkness of night had evaded the
earth. Silence prevailed over except for the howls of street dogs. And she felt
unusually peaceful when she wrote the last note to her first love…

“Finally, your memories are buried. I
have let them to rest in peace. And I am feeling unusually free. Yes, I did go
through a phase where I didn’t know how to manage your absence. I couldn’t
fathom the fact that you are gone along with the child-like love I felt for you.
I cried and complained. I hated myself for letting you go.

Then, I realized. Your memories will
always be there. It’s just that it won’t progress and multiply over the years
to come. You will always be cherished in my memories. After all, I can never forget
or hate that innocent sixteen years old who was still gaining height and who
was uncorrupted.

In my memories, you will never grow
old up. You will remain as a teenager who evoked the first love within me. And
I will cherish that forever!

First love, as you said, is pure and innocent. The thrills of first love is fantastic.Waiting to catch a glimpse of the first love, trying to impress the first love, thinking of the first love throughout day and night and such things are really wonderful.

This post reminds me of what I saw in a bus about a month back. A girl and boy wearing school uniform got into a public bus. They sat next to each other.As soon as the bust started moving both of them put their bulky school bags on their laps and what do you think they were doing. Their hands were under the bags but they are holding each others hands very excitedly. They were ecstatic and I could see their thrill on their lit up faces as though a current was passing though their body. When the girl's bus stop arrived, she got down and waved at the boy very cheerfully and I could see that both of them we in seventh heaven. The thrills of fist love, I thought. Whether they will finish their school, whether they will marry in the end is a different thing altogether. But the thrills and joys of first love is something which I I cannot be described in words.